Curt Connors

New York, top floor of the Osborn Group.

Inside the private office of Harry Osborn.

Harry Osborn stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling night view of the city below, the corners of his mouth curling upward involuntarily.

The curse of the Osborn family... that damned genetic hereditary disease, finally showed a glimmer of hope for a cure.

According to his research over this period, the so-called hereditary disease was essentially a malignant proliferation of a retrovirus.

To put it simply, a "time bomb" was hidden within the genetic sequences of both himself and his father, Norman Osborn.

During the process of gene transcription, this defective sequence would continuously produce substances extremely harmful to the body.

These substances accelerated cellular aging, causing physical functions to decline at an alarming rate until they completely collapsed.

In the original story, the solution his old man came up with was the "Performance Enhancer"...

This was based on the military project from the Super Soldier Project of World War II, aimed at replicating the super serum injected into Captain America.

Through the enhancement of this serum, the body's tolerance could be greatly increased, allowing one to forcibly withstand the erosion of the harmful substances and even gain strength beyond that of an ordinary person.

But this treated the symptoms, not the root cause, as it did not resolve the production of these harmful substances at the source.

This was unavoidable, as in this world and this era, human technology had not yet been able to delve deep into the realm of genetics.

Harry's eyes flickered, his fingertips tapping lightly against the glass window.

But now, he had a way: the genetic editing technology from the world of Kryonaut!

The humans of that world were biological weapon subjects created billions of years ago by the advanced alien civilization known as the Creators!

To cope with cosmic wars, the Creators created humans, and through subsequent modulation, they could easily turn humans into various types of Zoanthropes for different purposes.

They then created the Zoalords to act as command towers. Archanphel could control Zoanthropes through brainwaves.

By some chance, the Creators gave their standard armament, the bio-boosted armor known as Unit G, to humans.

To their surprise, once a human bonded with a Guyver, they could unleash terrifying power far exceeding that of an ordinary Zoanthrope.

More importantly, humans equipped with a Guyver could ignore the influence of their brainwaves and those of the Zoalords...

Realizing that the weapons they had created might slip out of their control, these "Creators" felt fear.

Weapons that were out of control had no value.

Thus, the Creators abandoned Earth and their "works," departing in a hurry and summoning a meteorite to destroy the planet, only to be stopped by the Zoalord Archanphel.

Hundreds of millions of years later, the biological technology they left behind, including deep analysis and modification of genes, was inherited by an organization called Chronos.

Therefore, only by mastering the technology from that world could he excise the curse of the Osborn family at its root!

Harry took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

There were differences between worlds, just as there was no chakra or innate qi in his current world.

Even if he trained according to the methods of the worlds of "The Outcast" or Naruto, he would not gain any abilities.

So the only question now was, how much of the technology from the world of Kryonaut could he replicate?

All of this required a massive amount of experimentation to verify, adjust, and adapt.

And all of this required resources.

Massive amounts of resources!

To verify all of this, relying solely on his laboratory and a small-scale research team was not enough.

He was Norman Osborn's son, yes, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.

Did he want to make those old guys on the board of directors willingly invest astronomical sums of money into his "future technology" that sounded like a fantasy?

Keep dreaming.

Unless... he could produce tangible results that they couldn't refuse!

Harry's eyes turned sharp; he had to gain enough influence within the Osborn Group!

He already possessed the theoretical technology to produce results, but to bring it to fruition, he needed a reliable assistant with sufficient professional expertise.

And he had already been scouting for this person for a long time...

The next day.

Osborn Group, Biological Research Department, Dr. Curt Connors' laboratory.

Wearing a white lab coat, the slightly haggard Dr. Curt Connors was looking somewhat uneasy at the young master of the group, who looked far too young.

"Harry... uh, Mr. Osborn, is there something you need from me?"

Dr. Connors pushed up his glasses, his only remaining left hand clenching involuntarily.

"Dr. Connors, just call me Harry."

"Take a look at this; I'd like to hear your professional opinion."

A gentle smile hung on Harry's face as he handed over a tablet computer.

The man before him was the candidate he had been scouting for a long time—the supervillain from Spider-Man, the Lizard Professor.

Just like in the original story, Norman Osborn had funded this man's experiments in order to solve the Osborn family's hereditary genetic disease.

Dr. Connors took the tablet with a puzzled expression, his gaze falling upon the paper displayed on the screen.

The title of the article was—[A Conceptual Framework for Targeted Gene Fragment Knockout and Repair Based on Guide Sequences and Its Potential Applications].

After just a few glances, Dr. Connors' expression turned solemn, and he began to read it in earnest.

Dr. Connors initially skimmed through it, but soon, his movements slowed, his brows furrowed, and his fingers swiped repeatedly across the screen as he unconsciously muttered to himself:

"Guide sequence... targeted cleavage... this... how could this possibly be achieved with such precision?

Cas9... no, the description here is more like a programmable biological enzyme complex..."

"Mr. Osborn! This proposal... the mechanism it puts forward... if, and I mean if, its core principles can be verified... Good heavens! This is simply..."

His voice trembled with excitement, his only remaining left hand gripping the edge of the tablet so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His eyes were bloodshot, not from fatigue, but from extreme shock and exhilaration.

Because the concepts and feasibility demonstrated by this technical proposal far exceeded anything he knew; one could even say it was an entire era ahead of current Earth technology!

By utilizing a special biological enzyme complex, guided by RNA, it could act like a precision-guided missile to find specific gene sequences within cellular DNA, then cut, replace, or repair them just like a pair of scissors!

Theoretically, this technology was like a precise DNA scalpel capable of directed gene editing!

If that were the case...

Dr. Connors' gaze suddenly became scorching; he thought of the research he had been conducting all along!

He was studying the regenerative abilities of lizards, attempting to apply those genetic traits to humans to restore severed limbs.

But the greatest challenge lay in how to precisely control gene expression and editing to avoid uncontrollable side effects!

His previous serum experiments had been highly unstable, or even dangerous, one might say!

Yet, the technical proposal before him was like opening a brand-new door for him!

If this precise gene-editing technology could be applied to his regenerative serum research...

Making the gene-editing process controllable! Stable! Safe!

Then not only would cancer be conquered, but the regeneration of severed limbs would no longer be a dream!

He could even do much more...

"Harry... this technology... if... if it can truly succeed...

It will change the history of medicine! No, it will change this world!!"

Dr. Connors' voice trembled slightly from his agitation.

Harry watched the fire burning in Dr. Connors' eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

No scientist could resist such a temptation...

"That's right, Dr. Curt, it will change the world.

And we will be the ones who change it.

What do you say, Dr. Curt? Are you interested in joining me to create this miracle?"

Harry's smile remained unchanged as he stepped forward, gently patting Dr. Connors on the shoulder, looking at him with a burning gaze.

In the field of biology, any discovery is built upon a massive amount of experimentation, finding that one single coincidence amidst a sea of data and replicating it.

But he was different; he had directly imported mature theories from another world, a case of shooting the arrow first and drawing the target later.

Therefore, he needed a professional team to help him with the technical verification...

Hearing this, Dr. Connors couldn't help but feel his heart surge with emotion.

Changing the world...

What could possibly make a scientist's blood boil more than that?

Furthermore, it contained the hope of curing his own disability!

"Mr. Osborn, please, by all means, let me... let me join!"